Motherly instincts?

Abbi is a sponge. She absorbs everything that is said and done around her.

It was bedtime. Abbi had on her footed pajamas with a zipper that goes from mid calf to her neck. She was enjoying her final minutes of play before lights out. Her toy of choice was a net bag with suction cups. It’s meant to stick to the side of the bathtub/shower and hold bath toys and allow the water to run out. This is an extra one that we have been using to store her toys that she uses in her little plastic pool. Needless to say that since we weren’t in the pool, she had dumped the toys and was more fascinated with the bag.

I walk into the kitchen and Abbi has her pajamas unzipped down below her waist. She is holding each of the suction cups from the bag on either side of her belly button. Amused, I ask “Abbi what are you doing?” Without hesitation and with a straight face she answers “pumping”. Obviously she’s been watching Momma. It was adorable.

As Abbi’s night began to wind down even more, we were sitting on the couch. This is when she insists that we swaddle Elmo in a blanket. Of course, we do it. She gives Elmo a hug and unzips again. She places Elmo’s nose near her belly button, sits back and says “eat-ten”.

I’m not sure why she thinks all of these things happen from the belly button but I’m not about to correct her. I imagine some embarrassing times in the grocery store are approaching.